Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.